Pay To Pray Lyrics

Impaled on your cross
I drink your blood
I eat your body
Celebration of hypocrisy
I knock on heaven's door
My welcome is death
You take profit of my poverty
For your wealth

Blessed is the cross
Dead is the body
You pray stupid prayers
As I'm dying at the door
The door of the lord's house
the lord of the money
As the preacher said
Blessed be god

I hadn't time to pray
'cause he was stabbing me
I was no good for the church
As I had not money enough
To pay for my prayers
And become a good christian lamb

My money is your blood
My ignorance is your body